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letra de that's crazy (unreleased freestyle) - ilywntrs

verse:
making this bag, i do this for the team
got yo’ thotty sucking d-ck like it’s nic, she a fiend
i cruise through your block with an m16
i been sippin’ this drink, got me stuck in a dream
i’m mixing this wok with my drink, got a liter
not on your song, homie, i don’t do features (mathias, haha)
hoes staying mad cus’ they say i’m a cheater
the only b-tch that i could love is my heater
“i’m the only one,” i think she got an obsession
said they gon’ slide but you know we won’t let them
kloud and me run it up, teach you a lesson
please don’t come to us, we’ll act with aggression
got yo’ b-tch loving me, there’s your confession
stole andre’s date, that’s why he’s got depression
they say to drop, i’m like “bro, it’s importing”
stay in the stands, with the fans all recording
like
slide with the guys, she gon’ dine on my d-ck today
fry all my time, cus’ she wan’ take a pic today
lie all the time, that’s how i get away with things
“wntrs, be mine,” b-tch, you won’t get a wedding ring
chopsticks, no rice, homie we get to poppin’ it
talking sh-t, you must be way off your rocker sh-t
locking it, she said my heart, b-tch, i’m locking it
told her she buggin’, then she started starting sh-t
like b-tch, you know i ain’t with the drama
the only thing that i like to do is count commas
she say she got ass, the truth is she’s got nada
i need some new fits, go buy me some prada
this gucci sh-t got some stripes like a tiger
shout out to my homie, mathiastyner
smoking this gas, homie, give me a lighter
she said she don’t want me back, she a liar
slide you some cash, homie i need a zip
this beat f-cking switched up, it’s fire as sh-t
eat some hollow points, be happy that’s all you get
brodie act like her “knight,” but we know you gon’ trip
yeah, that was a reference to trippie redd
he cross the street “what are these dots on my head?”
i been making dough, i stay steady with bread
got the ops at yo’ door, go and talk to the fed’s
they taking pictures, i got paparazzi
i got 5 b-tches i talk to like yahtzee
she want the addy, she trying to dox me
kick her ass out like i’m doing karate
dot on your head, it won’t be on your body
swerve in the skat, that’s when your homies lost me
me and my boys finna’ jump you, no ollie
i can’t be with her, i know she a thotty (yeah!)
uh, yeah
switch up the flow
you say you got hoes, bro we all know you don’t
this fn gon’ wet him, i hope he can float
and he dating that one b-tch, that boy went too low
you say that you hard, we all know you a joke
he be slimin’, no frog, we all know he gon’ croak
i been drunk like a sailor, but without the boat
and my money stay linear, making a slope (yeah!)
yuh
she wanna top me, that’s crazy as f-ck
and i’m not talking gaudy, but you out of luck
like he famously said “had her drinking my cum”
she be giving me brain, but the truth is shes dumb
never chase any b-tch, that’s my rule of the thumb
got a p-ssy boy talking “oh god, you got guns?”
homie say he been making it, where are his funds?
and he finna’ be wheezing, i shot as his lungs

- ilywntrs

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